"Who is your mother?"
Zhou Dao was stunned. He could tell that the woman before him, with her fiery figure and stunning looks, must be an expert of the Seven Kills Sect, and her status far exceeded that of Han Chan.
Logically, she should also be here for the Heaven-severing Blade.
But to start off by asking who his mother was?
This was something Zhou Dao had never anticipated.
In fact, not just him, even Han Chan was baffled at this moment, looking at the woman in white with a strange expression.
For a moment, he even thought this was a dirty phrase, an insult against the Primordial King's mother.
Therefore, Han Chan couldn't help but emphasize again, "Saintess, he has taken away..."
"Shut up," Zhao Lingfeng said in a low voice.
"Huh???" Han Chan's eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, but he didn't know what to say.
Why was the always cold and aloof Saintess behaving so abnormally today?
"You little bastard, who is your mother?" Zhao Lingfeng asked again.